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Tachyon
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« #545 : 08-19-2013 22:42 »
« : 08-20-2013 00:22 »
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OMG, I've been 250 miles away in Portland, on a 100 mile bike ride and didn't see that I was bestowed the honour of posting a new target for captioning. (don't try to do the math) Pic will be posted within the hour (or so) Also, hypothetical my ass! :D[edit] It's a little on the small side, but take it away!  |
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Beamer
DOOP Secretary
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« #549 : 08-20-2013 05:50 »
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Bender pulled out his ring and looked devastatingly into Amy's weary, war-torn eyes.
"I think we've been discovered," he wept, approaching her with a boundless vigour unknown to man or robot.
"Whatever do you mean, Bopter?" Amy responded, one of her eyes bursting from the seams of her socket to then be flung to the opposing side of the room. A washcloth laughed incestuously as the boiler's exhaust consumed Amy's loose eyeball, spitting out the pupil behind it.
"Let us have some tea!" Bender cowed back, with eventual surreptitiously. Despondent glee smeckled upon either brow of the two love-struck soldiers.
"Indeed," Amy mockingly jarred, grabbing Bender by the hamstrings and skipping electrifying to the beat of a murdered saucepan.
Time transpired.
The two later found themselves aboard a tea sinker, strapped to the middle of the ocean and flapping about in the air like wildfire.
"Bender, I don't quite believe this vessel is safe?" Asked Leela, wondering why she always punctuated her statements with question marks.
"Nonsense, gully! I know exactly where the tea doth transgress!" was the belated response of the robot currently known as Bender, practically sneezing the words from his flaps with the dexterity of a million russians. He pulled out a flashlight from Leela's flashlight dispenser.
"My flashlight dispenser!" Exclaimed Leela, adding nothing to the conversation.
"NOT NOW," Bender shot back hastily. He had grown a nose just to turn it up at the very thought of Leela's grubby hands mimmicking those of his own. "I found a clue."
Bender held up the clue. A note read "Meet me under the mid-town whale," signed "Tea" at the cusp.
"TO THERE?" Asked Leela.
Seventy four years later, Bender and Amy arrived at the mid-town whale, which was not so much a whale as it was an abandoned jockey prison.
"What is this place?" Asked Amy.
"Well," Bender groaned, spurttingly and with raucous fervor, "It's the mid-town whale, which is not so much a whale as it is an abandoned jockey prison."
"I see," blinked Amy in morse code.
A month-long silence ensued.
"Bepto," Amy regained herself, burning up what was left of her garments to leave her as naked as the day Bender made her. "I'm leaving you."
"Jolly good," Beamer replied.
Amy slapped Bender in the tucus, donned a mustical cap and flonked her way to Los Orleans, where she took up lap dancing and hemorrhaging. But Bender's love blew away with the cyclone that took his legs that day, and he never moved a muscle again, choosing to spend the rest of his life in that one location where the world ended. His world, anyway.
The ice cream licked him.
There would be no more days.
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Tachyon
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« #553 : 08-23-2013 03:28 »
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Hmmm. Quantum, Eternium... Quantum, Eternium... * Tachy flips a Schroedinger box, and peeks inside ...Hello Kitty LIVES! Take it away, Ms. Eternium  |
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Quantum Neutrino Field
Liquid Emperor
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« #559 : 08-23-2013 12:18 »
« : 08-23-2013 12:21 »
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* Tachy flips a Schroedinger box, and peeks inside
...Hello Kitty LIVES!
Damn that 50% working poison! That's not a place to save your money. Bender: What was that? Is that a flame? Hey, guys did you see that, my exhaust gas just combusted! Fry: Not now, Bender! We don't want to hear a single joke about your ass anymore. |
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